Full moon rising round about,

so lovely! bathed in gold..

No thought of thee, be kept while you sleep,

'tis nought to some, but dream not i..

For moonbeams dance a'flame, beauty to behold!

likened to shadows form, gleaming blue steel in the night..

Quiet be; for just a little while..

for cometh; rushing wind, to kiss the salty tide..

Which doth roar! upon beaten rocks on ragged shore,

foaming waves surge to white..

Boulders lay so broken by..

fallen, from towering cliffs of darkened hue..

In parts yet not revealed,

ghostly moans of whistling wind; eerily upon the night..

My home bed doth stay made; there not, do slumber i,

my love is more upon the moon drenched shores,

where my spirit soars!...

By David Martin Hall .... © Copyright